Blurb:
First Lady Kills President Lovinggood"
December 5, 2018
Thirty years later, Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother's innocence and punish the killers who took his family from him. Together Hank and lovely physicist Dr. Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, and merciless enemy who'll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever.
Last Week's Excerpt:
Kathryn Sinclair rubbed her eyes and fumbled in her purse for a bottle of eye drops. She had been staring at her computer screen for hours, which had caused her eyes to burn something fierce. Her head had started to hurt too, so she grabbed a pill as she rummaged around in her purse.
Thank God for Mycelfin. Prior to the drug’s release, millions of people, including herself, had suffered from migraine headaches, but one Mycelfin and the migraine was history.
She glanced at her watch. Uh oh. I worked through lunch again. Well, why not call Uncle Ira? He never ate until after one anyway, so if he wasn’t busy, she’d grab a pizza and join him for a late lunch. As she had expected, he welcomed the chance to see her.
Thirty minutes later, she arrived at the Sinclair Mortuary. Uncle Ira had started his business in an old, converted house, but you’d never guess it to look at Sinclair Mortuary now. The current facility looked tasteful, elegant, and decidedly upscale. Uncle Ira did a good job for his customers. Many of the local families had taken comfort from his gentle, empathetic manner.
Today's Excerpt: In this excerpt you will get an idea of how Hank and Kathryn will meet.
Yeah, I guess that even the owners of a mortuary would be excited to have a president "visit" their establishment. :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy 4th, Elaine. :-)
What a unique perspective for a first meet set up. A mortuary. Love the little details.
ReplyDeleteAnother excellent snippet!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the details. Polite secret serviceman and a friendly uncle.
ReplyDeleteThat would be unexpected news. Enjoyed the excerpt!
ReplyDeleteTending to a president's funeral would certainly be an honor for a mortuary.
ReplyDeleteMy great-uncle was a mortician. He definitely didn't fit the stereotype of the cadaverous (pun not intended) fellow in a dark suit with slick black hair. He was a gregarious, slightly round fellow who wanted to help people through the most difficult time in their lives. He was just 64 years old when he died from prostate cancer. He had a house by a lake and it was pleasant to watch the sunset there.
This is going to give "cute meet" a new look. I like the way you weave in interesting details.
ReplyDeleteLol, I would have waited in my car for them to leave if I saw men in black suits like that. Great snippet with so many details!
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